Its like a cartoon cloud is hovering over my head, a private torrential downpour. I see myself soaking wet, my entire being drooping, and I'm always sick because I can't stay dry. Depressed by the bad weather, I cry myself a little river, but the tears evaporate and form into another cloud that rains on me even more. I can't win...
these days are hard.
Sometimes I'm sitting with my family, or sitting alone, and it just hits me out of nowhere, the realization of how much I miss your presence in my life, how much I miss our talks, your teasing, everything. But that follows with what happened, how you preferred a person you started talking few months ago over me, me whom you called your brother and you had known for few years now. I was the person who gave preference to you over everyone, because I called you my family. You once told me not to expect too much from you but at least you could have known your priorities. Or maybe you had always known, it was just me who didn't know them. Stupid me.